Flicking Ashes
A Brain That Never Stops Ticking
Chrissie's POV"OH, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!" He shouted, pulling on the bus door, making the whole bus shake.
"LET ME IN!" Andy grunted at the security guard.
He turned his head over at me.
"No, Muscles."
"CHRYSANTHEMUM LYNN VANDERS, I'M GONNA COUNT TO THREE AND THIS GODDAMN DOOR BETTER BE UNLOCKED!" He took a deep breath.
"ONE!" I counted with him, his face turning bright red in fury.
"TWO!" The veins popped out of his neck and droplets of saliva flew out of his mouth. I crossed my arms, watching the fans behind him holding up their cellphones.
"Three." I smirked.
He raised his clunky combat boot and kicked the door down, storming inside and racing towards me.
I terrifiedly defended myself by throwing my arms in front of me, batting at his face obviously causing no damage.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled me outside and pinning me up against the side of the bus so everyone could see what a pathetic mess I was.
He stared into my eyes, looking for an answer, looking for the reason why I was couping myself up in the bus probably.
Sighing breathlessly, he stared at the ground, his body weight pressing harder on my wrists.
"What am I going to do with you, my little trouble maker?" He chuckles, while I try to smile, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I start to head back to the bus when a hand clamps around my wrist. Damn, they were sore already.
Andy had to sign somethings for fans, but why did he want me to stay?
"I'm gonna go lay down..." I try to walk off, but he holds on tighter.
"Can't you just wait a sec?"
"Umm, can't I do things by myself?" I started to get louder, not caring about his fucking fans reactions.
"I'm NOT your pet!"
I yank my arm away from him and slam the bus door, feeling panicked because it won't lock. Fucking Andy.
He pulls the door open, coming at me like a bull again, and I search for weapon.
There's a remote, a lamp, and a 6 pack of Mtn Dew.
Hehe... Chrissie's getting mischeivious...
"LET ME IN!" Andy grunted at the security guard.
He turned his head over at me.
"No, Muscles."
"CHRYSANTHEMUM LYNN VANDERS, I'M GONNA COUNT TO THREE AND THIS GODDAMN DOOR BETTER BE UNLOCKED!" He took a deep breath.
"ONE!" I counted with him, his face turning bright red in fury.
"TWO!" The veins popped out of his neck and droplets of saliva flew out of his mouth. I crossed my arms, watching the fans behind him holding up their cellphones.
"Three." I smirked.
He raised his clunky combat boot and kicked the door down, storming inside and racing towards me.
I terrifiedly defended myself by throwing my arms in front of me, batting at his face obviously causing no damage.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled me outside and pinning me up against the side of the bus so everyone could see what a pathetic mess I was.
He stared into my eyes, looking for an answer, looking for the reason why I was couping myself up in the bus probably.
Sighing breathlessly, he stared at the ground, his body weight pressing harder on my wrists.
"What am I going to do with you, my little trouble maker?" He chuckles, while I try to smile, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I start to head back to the bus when a hand clamps around my wrist. Damn, they were sore already.
Andy had to sign somethings for fans, but why did he want me to stay?
"I'm gonna go lay down..." I try to walk off, but he holds on tighter.
"Can't you just wait a sec?"
"Umm, can't I do things by myself?" I started to get louder, not caring about his fucking fans reactions.
"I'm NOT your pet!"
I yank my arm away from him and slam the bus door, feeling panicked because it won't lock. Fucking Andy.
He pulls the door open, coming at me like a bull again, and I search for weapon.
There's a remote, a lamp, and a 6 pack of Mtn Dew.
Hehe... Chrissie's getting mischeivious...
Please update!!!!
12/9/14